elysian - hariana

0.6 - sickness and news

Recap:

And because of that text, I slept with a huge smile on my face.

harry

It had seemed as if I hadn't written or drawn on my journal for so long, taking note of the past events that had happened. Bumping into Ariana, the encounter with Rick, helping them buy a dog which resulted to Ariana hugging me, and the incident in her shared apartment with Bee.

I had decided to scan through the pages of my journal. The first page was a picture of me and my family. To keep me reminded of why I go on everyday, and the reason for the smile on my face.

The next pages were just a bunch of doodles of when I hadn't learned how to draw.

Then I started going to the coffee shop. On that day, I had sketched Bee on my journal.

I laughed at the thought that I used to have a huge crush on her but when we talked, I had realized that it was best if we stayed friends because I just didn't get the feeling that I was suppose to get when liking someone and talking to them.

My fingers lightly trace on my drawing of Lance, with horns at the top of his head to top off my creativity. I know it was rude, that:'s why I had folded the page and had labeled it "too rude, must throw away."

And then I found my first sketch of Ariana. She was at the counter, waiting for a costumer to come in. On that day, she had clumsily dropped the glass she was serving.

The following sketches were on days when I went to the coffee shop, before everything had happened. Before all these crazy encounters.

If I hadn't bumped into Ariana, all of this, wouldn't have taken place.

I shut my journal as I had decided to bring it with me today to the coffee shop with my laptop in its bag, swung across my shoulder and my phone and wallet in my pocket.

Today was awfully quiet as I didn't hear the loud remarks of Bee or the soft humming that was suppose to leave Ariana's lips every time she had served a costumer.

I had studied this place from the amount of time I had spent here. Every Monday, a woman on her late 70's would come buy and order the same thing, just a muffin.

On Tuesdays, the lady from the flower shop would stop by before lunch to grab a coffee and hurry out.

I had come to know everyone who had entered this shop frequently. They were all great people besides bloody Lance.

Sometimes Annie, the daughter of the lady who owns the flower shop, would come in on Fridays and hand every costumer a flower each to offer them her kindness and I thought it was adorable.

I had released myself from my thoughts when I heard the bell ring, indicating that another costumer had come in.

This girl had never been here before. She hurries to the counter and frowns when the guy taking over, Josh, had said something.

I decided to mind my own business until I had heard Ariana's name fly out of her mouth. I got up and scurried towards her. Maybe I could help?

"Um, excuse me miss. But I couldn't help but hear Ariana's name leave your mouth. She's uh, um.. —my friend and maybe I could help?"

"Oh, thank you. I'm Cathrina, a distant friend of Ariana. I had decided to pay her a visit but I had panicked when I saw she wasn't here."

I nod my head as I grab my phone, leaving Ariana a message.

Ariana. A girl, claims to be your distant friend, her name is Cathrina. May I also ask why you aren't here today? I hope you're alright. Best of wishes. All the love, H.